that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one's heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

It’s a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

People with a meagre soul always try to make others feel small too.

Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.

They (fables) teach us that human beings learn and absorb ideas and concepts through narrative, through stories, not through lessons or theoretical speeches.